Too cool fo school
Sunday, January 30, 2011 at 01:14PM 
Photo by Lorenna Gomez-Sanchez taken at Mccarren Park Pool in 2007
For a really short period of time In my early twenties (now that I'm in my mid-twenties I can say that) I was cool. Kind of. I knew all the cool bands and went to all the cool shows. I partied til 4am, danced til my feet went numb, and pretended to know all the cool people. Trying to be cool got exhausting really quickly and just seemed completely out of character for me. I never liked drinking, I always hated bars, and I get really intimidated by large groups of people. There was always something uncomfortable for me about the whole scene and it was blaringly obvious that I just didn't fit in to it.
Don't get me wrong, I am a social person. I haven't lost my lust for the feeling of night life, and am always down for an adventure. But can we maybe go out to dinner and talk until the restaurant closes? Or can we chill at your place or my place, maybe get into some arts and crafts together, or have an impromptu dance party? Or how about an overnight road trip where we drink so much coffee we have to stop at 5 rest stops and buy a post card and magnet at each one? Or hey I hear there are these really awesome things called daytime activities that I could really get into if you'd like to join me? Maybe you'd like to come to a yoga class, and then after talk about how amazing we feel over a meal?
Sometimes I miss that period of my life and the excitement that went along with it. Sometimes I envy my friends who still have that boundless energy, and wonder how I lost it so early. But mostly I am really happy that I don't have to pretend to want to be out, and drunk, and around people I can't seem to relate to. Thankfully, at the same time I started to get out of my cool phase I met my husband who was in the exact same place feeling the exact same way. We met on a party bus.
In the end I'm totally cool with being "un-cool" and if you wanna go get a cup of coffee and sit and talk about ridiculous things that hopefully end with us laughing so hard we think we may have peed ourselves, you let me know. Until then, sorry I replied attending to your party in Williamsburg and didn't show up, I really thought this time I would make it out.
Reader Comments (1)
I want to pee my pants with you.